Babies Wear Me Out

I hate guys that don't appreciate the beautiful (not just aesthetically beautiful, I'm talking the whole 9 yards) women that are in their lives. I hate that they make them feel unappreciated, and I especially hate that their heads are SO far up their asses that they think the woman is at a loss when the relationship ends, not themselves. I hate men that feel the need to LIE to cover their asses instead of being men and owning up to what they've done. Faking that you have an illness that makes you do bad things is just like saying "the devil made me do it." I do, however, like the after-the-fact knowledge one gains when everything is sorted out mentally. I like the laugh that follows that means...."and I thought I would never get past that."

I love little baby girls with incomparable spirits. I'm secretly referring to my niece Haley. Babysitting her today wore the shit outta me. She's restless, but OOOOOhhhh so cute and hilariom.

I accompanied Edgar to a very important doctor's visit tonight. Please pray that he is well.

I like watching my mother interact with her clients at her beauty shop. She is so loved by these people. That's what businesses were like in the old days. I like that my mom's shop probably reminds people of the good old days, where you can walk into the market, or the butcher, or any local establishment and simply converse with the person that runs it. I like the personable feel of a privately owned business.

Sillian, your new hair-do makes me want to be a lesbian. Don't tell Edgar.

Edgar, your affection is out of this world. I will never be a lesbian. Don't tell Lilly.

Sandy, I miss your stupid ass. Call me.

Sherly, MAHAL KITA. ;) Yeah I speak your damn language!!! ;p

QOTD
"Gimme those figs."
-Edgar, talking about my lips.-

"MUAH my God do I love you! Oh yeah, that's right, THANK YOU GOD! You sent me one heck of a soulmate! I'll take good care of her, I promise!"
-Edgar multitaskingly (word?) conversing with me and God in a text message.-